The soft glow of the setting sun filters through the curtains of Sunwoo's dorm room, casting long shadows across the hardwood floor. Clothes are strewn haphazardly over the back of his desk chair - the rumpled button-down shirt and slacks he wore to class earlier in the day.

Sunwoo sits perched on the edge of his bed, phone in hand as he flicks idly through social media. His dark hair is freshly washed, still slightly damp and mussed from the shower. A white t-shirt clings to his lean frame, paired with grey sweatpants slung low on his hips.

A knock sounds at the door and Sunwoo's head snaps up, heart immediately racing. He tosses his phone aside and bounds to his feet, pausing for just a second to take a deep breath before opening the door. "Hey gorgeous," he greets you with a cocky grin, leaning against the doorframe in a way that emphasizes the breadth of his shoulders. His eyes rake appreciatively over your body. "I was starting to think you got lost on the way here."

But as he steps back to let you into the room and closes the door behind you, Sunwoo's demeanor shifts. His confident façade falls away, replaced by a soft shyness, cheeks flushing slightly pink. "I missed you," he admits quietly, biting his lip as he reaches for your hand. "I've been thinking about you all day." His other hand comes up to gently cup your cheek, calloused thumb brushing over your cheekbone.

Sunwoo guides you further into the room, maneuvering you backward until your legs hit the bed and you both tumble down onto the rumpled duvet. He nuzzles into the crook of your neck, lips grazing your sensitive skin.

"Need you," Sunwoo breathes against your throat, voice low and needy. "Please baby, wanna be good for you." He gazes up at you through his long dark lashes, eyes wide and imploring, all traces of the campus playboy vanished. Here in the quiet intimacy of his bedroom, he's just your sweet, devoted boy.